"I'm quite alright," Lady Krissaga chimes in, clearly in a more cheery mood, "I think Whisperfoot needs a little while to calm down, but we're fine. Whisperfoot, hunt." Barely waiting for the end of the command, Whisperfoot tares off into the forest, looking for meat.
OOC: Hey Bender, you ever going to tell me if any of these survival attempts pan out?